Alayah lay on the bed, her breathing shallow, her lips cracked and pale. The sister who had always been like a sunflower to me now seemed on the verge of withering away.

I held a damp cloth to her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat, my tears falling uncontrollably.

She managed a weak smile, her voice barely audible. "You look so ugly when you cry."

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I threw myself beside her bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Alayah turned her head away, avoiding my gaze. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "All my savings are in my box. Take them."

I cried harder, clutching her tightly. "I don’t want the money. I want you."

"Don’t be foolish. Just keep it safe for me."

I thought about my ability to remember my past life, my reincarnation. If I could do it once, maybe I could do it again. Perhaps one day, I really could return the money I’d saved to her.

I told her everything—about my rebirth, my memories, my second chance at life.

Finally, I asked, "If we really meet again in the future, how can I help you?"

Her eyes lit up slightly at my words, a flicker of hope in their depths. She thought carefully before answering.

"On September 9th, 2025, at the intersection of Peace Street and Red Star Street in Greenwood City, I was struck by a falling billboard. After that, I ended up in this era. If we truly meet again, please... save me."

Her voice grew thick with emotion, her words choked with sobs.

"I don’t want to come back to this cruel era. I miss our mother. I want to go home!"

My sister passed that very night.

I carefully gathered her belongings, placing the necklace I never had the chance to give her into a small box.

During the last pack run, she had lingered over that necklace in the market, admiring it several times.

But it was too expensive. It took me a year to save up enough to buy it.

I had planned to surprise her with it.

I couldn’t bring myself to let our mother provide her burial shroud. The bitterness in my heart toward her was too deep.

Mother’s face was heavy with sorrow. “Alayah was my flesh and blood. How could I not ache for her?

“If I don’t appease the Moon Goddess, I fear I’ll lose another daughter.”

The pack moved on as if nothing had happened. Life continued as usual.

It wasn’t until later, when I overheard the Omegas whispering, that I learned the truth.

The Alpha had been drunk. He forced himself on my sister during her night watch.

The Luna, unwilling to confront him directly, decided to use my sister as a pawn.

She ordered her to be punished with thirty lashes, a warning to the Alpha disguised as discipline.

I could barely comprehend it. My sister’s life... was taken over their petty power struggle?

Their mate bond disputes, their silent battles—why did they have to use my sister’s life as their pawn?

In that moment, I realized something.

Not only could a mate betray and destroy me, but even those in power could end a life without a second thought.

I clutched the necklace tightly, the cold metal digging into my palm.

My wolf stirred within me, a low growl of anger and grief echoing in my mind.

She didn’t deserve this. None of us did.

The pack moved on, indifferent. But I couldn’t.

I would never forget this. Not the Alpha’s cruelty, nor the Luna’s callousness.

My sister’s death would not be in vain.

I swore it, not just to myself, but to the Moon Goddess herself.

She would have justice.

Even if it cost me everything.

I continued to serve dutifully in the Alpha’s household, keeping to my responsibilities.

Until one night, during my shift, the Alpha called for the young Omega who was on duty with me to enter his room.

Not long after, her cries for help echoed through the hall.

“Alpha, the Luna has already arranged for me to be mated. Please, I beg you, let me go.”

“What mate could be better than the Alpha himself? Tomorrow, I’ll claim you as my chosen mate. You’ll live in luxury, my little beauty. Now, let me have a taste.”

“Alpha, the Luna will kill me! The last one, she… she was beaten to death. Please, have mercy!”

“Stupid bitch! Shut up! You’re ruining the mood!”

*Thwack—thwack!*

The sound of two sharp slaps rang out.

The young Omega let out a piercing scream before falling silent.

I stood outside the door, frozen, my blood turning to ice.

I couldn’t help but think of my sister, Alayah. Had she pleaded like this too? Begged for mercy?

Had her cries been met with the same violence?

A cold wind swept through the corridor, biting at my neck, jolting me awake.

My mind had never been clearer.

Slowly, I pushed open the Alpha’s door, my hand gripping the silver knife I always kept strapped to my thigh.

It was meant to protect myself, to use if I ever found myself in danger.

But who said a silver knife could only be used on myself for protection?

I stepped behind the Alpha, my eyes burning with fury.

I’d imagined this moment countless times—dreamed of saving my sister, the one who’d been my only solace.

I slashed at him with my claws, tearing into his flesh again and again, over a dozen times, until his screams faded into silence.

The young Omega was already unconscious, so I turned and made my way to the Luna’s chambers.

I knew I wouldn’t survive the night. But if I was going to die, I’d make sure Alayah’s death was avenged.